I'm letting it die because it wasn't the right shade of green. I'm letting it die because its branches had become convoluted and overpopulated. I'm letting it die because I kept forgetting to turn it every other day, and it's uneven growth was an abomination to my abilities as a caring human being.But more then anything, I'm letting it die because it is easier to let something expire then it is to invest yourself in it.
Hope is a dangerous thing.
You lust after this unattainable thing without ever considering the consequences of possession. Then one day, your dream walks away from you.
